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[magnusbae]

#give it a second or two and the resolve starts eroding

It's easy to give in to Anakin. Easier than it should have ever been, easier than what Obi-Wan would have wished it to be.

It's easier yet when the boy shows more patience than Obi-Wan had believed him capable of. He expected him to be impatient, for him to demand and to take and to not stop lest Obi-Wan's finally finds his resolve to say the right words, the proper words; No Anakin, that's enough. If only.

Yet he stands there, his former Padawan, gaze bruning, fingers shaking as he pinches Obi-Wan's tongue a touch too hard.

Obi-Wan's eyes shut but for a moment, swallowing thicky, just barely avoiding the humiliation of drooling. When his eyes flutter open he looks from one blue eye to another, searching for something, waiting for something. He does not dare think what. Something.

It's shamefully easy to pinpoint the exact moment in which his resolve snaps and crumbles—It's the exact moment in which Anakin's nostrils flare, eyes narrow, cheeks redden— "Master" he all but keens out in a rough, taken voice. "Yes, yes." the boy who had become his whole world says, letting go off of his tongue. And Obi-Wan? He does not take his tongue as he should, does not shut his mouth.

Instead he stays there, eyes lidden, jaw hanging, tongue out and red and ready— an easy thing to take, a willing one, at that.

The shame that burns in his gut has a name he does not dare think of. He will not consider what it makes him look like, he does not dare consider what Anakin might think, he does not dare.

He knows, and yet not dare. Will not. Not ever.

Anakin's eyes meet his again and the sentiment resonates in a slow pulse between them, he can feel it sinking down in a low rumbling heat, and they both inhale simultaneously. He needs... He...

"Yes, Master" Anakin says with obedience, as if he is not the one pushing all of Obi-Wan's buttons and restrains, as if he wasn't the one instigating the entire situation, as if he was merely following his Master's instructions, his... "Master-" Anakin gasps. Anakin sounds breathless, even while it is the Master who cannot breathe proper, cannot think, cannot stop.

There's but a moment of tense stillness, then finally, Anakin leans in.

The feeling of Anakin's lips closing around his tongue is a heady one, warm and wet, intimate in ways Obi-Wan does not know how to name.

It's expert and confident when Anakin sucks on his tongue.

It is powerful when he does not relent, does not gentle out.

All of Obi-Wan's senses narrow down to a singular point of attention— Anakin's flavor on his tongue, the taste of Anakin's passion, of his intent. It tastes like a burning spirits of the lower parts of Coruscant. If Obi-Wan didn't know any better, he'd think they were both drunk on it. He wishes it was the case. It would have been easier.

He'd have some crumbles of justification for what is happening, for the wanton moan that tears out unbidden whe Anakin sucks harder.

Obi-Wan's vision swims, there's only Anakin, and there's no longer shame.

He can feel Anakin's force signature nudging closer to his— and he allows it, shuddering, inhaling sharply through his nose and...

There's a sweet sort of relief when he givens in and thrusts his tongue deeper into Anakin's mouth. He almost smiles when Anakin whimpers at that. Anakin doesn't even so much as tries to hide it, to mask it. The boy was patient, even while demanding, he still was patient. Waiting until Obi-Wan had given in, not a moment before.

Good behavior deserves some positive reinforcement, Obi-Wan reckons.

He is vaguely aware that his train of thought, his examination of the situation is deeply compromised at this point.

He does not care.

At least not enough to stop himself from reaching for Anakin's hair, stroking through the curls firmly, intently. He grabs at it, fingers closing around the thick curls,yanking closer without a thought.

His eyes close as Anakin moans.

Oh Force, how he wants. Obi-Wan shudders with it, pushing his tongue even deeper into Anakin's mouth, wanting, wishing, hoping—

Anakin is all too eager to accept the invitation, to devour him live.

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A gift for my beloved @magnusbae ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡).